I’ve created a monster. You know, I didn’t get the internet until I was 16. And then it was dial-up at 28.8bps. And the only good site was adamsandler.com. I don’t think the real Adam Sandler ran it, just some dude who wanted to post…
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For use in your local Obsidian wiki where you store all the collected knowledge about your literary universe. You do have a personal wiki, don't you?
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Writing a blurb is hard. Everyone knows this. These days, you might be tempted to use generative AI to write it for you, but as an artist, you know this is fundamentally wrong and that people will laugh at you. You don't want that. You want to be
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Sunrise on the outskirts of Pickaxe, Montana. Rajink sat on a small outcropping of rocks examining his hand. All night, it had bothered him, throbbing hard enough to rouse him from his sleep. Now, under the soft glare of sunrise, he tried to find some outward problem with it. It
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What a busy month! We're doing all sorts of things to move some books in July, so hopefully, one resonates with you. Whether you're struggling to be more productive, need help losing weight, or are gripped by a general malaise, these books will absolutely cure every
Flashes From the Verse
The store had been slow all day. Not since before the toll road bypass had customers filled the aisles of the small convenience store on Highway 277 just north of Sonora. In those days, Nelson had worked for his father, manning the cash register as the old man sat in
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Having a character speak Spanish is always a dicey situation for me. On one hand, I'd love for Hispanic characters to speak their native languages when appropriate or necessary. On the other hand, I don't speak Spanish, and when I try to, people laugh at me.
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Author's Note: There was a time when Hybrid Mechanics didn't end the way it does in the published version. I had an idea that our primary character, Armando, would suffer a horrible fate: being forced back into the simulation (which is, in fact, our reality) and
Flashes From the Verse
The morning of her graduation party, when the first rays of the sun had yet to grace the rooftops of the stately homes on the Copper Vein cul-de-sac, Miri Walker was lying restless with one arm hanging over the edge of her bed. She had tossed and turned all night,
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Barbara Cobb hadn’t smiled once since the party began, and the longer she went without offering more in the way of conversation than a polite nod, the more Randy Cobb started to realize something was up. It wasn’t Barbara’s way to be anti-social; she loved events like
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According to the gilded invite sent out a month prior, the event taking place in the clubhouse at the Diamond Ranch golf course was ostensibly a party for the three recent graduates who lived on the Copper Vein cul-de-sac. However, based on the number of adults, all of whom were
I know social media is more about the performance of being a writer than actually writing, but still I can't help but feel a tinge of envy when I see fellow writers post things like "I just finished my first draft! Now onto edits! The book will